My breath hitched, and my skin pebbled as he guided me forward. Locking my arms, I readied myself for him again. The head of his dick nudged at my entrance, and then he was inside, filling me in the most exquisite way. “Oh,” I breathed as he moved, taking me at a deeper angle. He flattened a palm on my lower back, forcing me to arch more.

“There you go,” he growled, then swiped his fingers through my wetness and circled my clit. I wanted nothing more than to melt into the ground and let him continue to touch me, but as he slid through my slickness, he didn’t stop at his dick.

No, he continued up and parted my cheeks. “What are you–”

“Relax and it will feel good. If you come for me with my fingers in your ass, I might let you off the hook for the other two orgasms you owe me.”

He swept the wetness over my puckered hole, and I nearly groaned at the foreign sensation. “What happened to me having to earn them from you?”

“I’m feeling generous after my victory today,” he replied, then circled his hips again. He wasn’t lying when he told me it would be a rough ride, and I had to shift my sweaty palms to brace myself better.

The feeling of his cock pressing against all my walls while his finger brushed over my ass was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

“You’re doing so well, Assyria. Move that pretty cunt along my length while I work a finger inside you,” Rokath commanded. Everything with Rokath felt like a first. Instead of being a passive participant in coupling, he made me feel alive. Empowered me to snatch at what I wanted from the experience.

Slowly, I worked my hips back and forth, pleasure building quickly now that I was in control of the motion. I paused when the tip of his cock hit just the right spot, raking it over and over and over again. Wetness trickled down my thighs, but whether it was sweat or arousal, I didn’t know. Didn’t care. All I could focus on was the sensation of Rokath inside me and brushing over my ass.

“That’s it, keep going,” Rokath encouraged, and then his finger slipped in.

A sharp inhale preceded a string of curses and Rokath’s name. I stilled as I adjusted to the new sensation.

He dragged himself over that spot again, eliciting a whimper from me. “Mmm, yes, I can feel you throbbing, Assyria. How does it feel being claimed in two holes?”

“So fucking good,” I managed to get out, body tensing as he adjusted his finger ever so slightly.

“That’s my girl. Take your pleasure from me,” he instructed, and I did, working over his length while he continued to press into my ass.

Curses and moans fled me in rapid succession as tension coiled tighter and tighter in my pussy. Rokath never stopped his ministrations, and soon I was careening toward another orgasm. “I think I’m going to come again,” I panted, eyes fluttering as I grappled for control of myself.

“Come all over my cock, Assyria. Scream my name. Let them know who shatters you to pieces,” he growled.

Those words were my unraveling. His name ripped from my throat as I pitched forward, arms trembling and unable to support my weight any longer. He fucked me through it, quickening his pace and thickening inside me. My walls gripped him, holding him inside me until I was certain we had fused into one being.

There was nothing and no one in my world except for him.

“Rokath,” I moaned, long and low, and then collapsed against the rock.

“Fuck, Assyria, I love hearing you say my name,” Rokath groaned, then pulled out of me with a grunt. I didn’t have the energy to move as he jerked himself and spilled his cum over the sandy earth.

Rokath spun me to face him, then pulled me into his arms. His heart beat erratically against my ear as I wrapped my arms around his sweaty torso. The way in which he held me then didn’t just speak to a male and female after a thorough coupling, but something more.

Something that wanted to reach between my ribs and heal one slash in my tattered heart. Rokath had been an asshole to me again, and admittedly, I to him, and yet, after this victory, after this chase, after this claiming, I sensed the winds shifting, blowing us back to the course we’d charted while my injured shoulder healed.

Despite my better judgment, I basked in what he offered me. I kept the barrier between us open, let our bond hum contentedly as our emotions, thoughts, souls, were shared like one thick stream of being.

Rokath too surrendered to the feel of us, and all those hurtful words he’d spoken about me being too much of a distraction, getting in the way of saving the Demons, melted away.

Trust bloomed in that moment of shared vulnerability, as if it had been waiting for the perfect conditions to show us what a beautiful blossom it could be.

We remained wrapped in each other for a long time, until the sound of revelry drifted into the slot and we decided we needed to return and celebrate the swift victory Rokath delivered.

We reentered the camp hand in hand.

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Bronze flashed in the sun as I swung my sword toward an Angel’s neck. The female was quick, though, and she leaned back, the tip of the blade whooshing by a hair’s breadth from her face. She wasted no time in pressing forward, flinging a blast of white in front of her to throw me off balance. I wanted to laugh at her brazenness, thinking she could take on the Halálhívó and win. I sidestepped her attack and yanked a dagger from my ribs, stabbing it into hers and moving onto my next opponent without bothering to watch her fall.

She’d become my puppet soon enough.

Garnet soaked the ground beneath my boots, while the air was heavy with the scent of death. The cries that rang out around me were nearly a lullaby, more soothing to me than silence ever was. With a grunt, I slashed a retreating male and sent him tumbling to the ground. He flipped over with a groan, scrambling backward with a cry on his lips. “No!”

I stabbed him through the heart as I stepped over him in search of my next target.

The horde of Demons overwhelmed this pathetic group of Angels just as easily as our last few encounters, and I was becoming bored of the ease with which we were beating them back. In the next few days, we’d be in Lutsk again, retaking ground we’d lost over months in a matter of weeks.

Finding a pile of boulders, I scaled it, then surveyed the scene below. White armor glinted like beacons in the sunlight, but compared to the leather-clad Demons rising and dropping from the sky, and the red armored ones pressing forward on the ground, they were far outnumbered.

Angels took to the skies as well, shooting arrows toward the flying Demons. They battled for control in a complicated, fast-paced dance that would make Rapp proud.

A horn blasted twice, and calls of retreat swept toward me. Once again, the Angels pulled back, not daring to continue their fight with us. How inept of them to think they could take on my might in the first place.

Sticking my thumb and forefinger into my mouth, I whistled sharply. “Halt the advance!”

Let the Angels piss themselves as they ran and tried to regroup with a larger force. All they were doing was delaying the inevitable. Their army would close ranks, while ours did as well, and once we were all rejoined, we’d slaughter them all. They didn’t stand a chance.

Grem and Zeec trotted toward me, both their harnesses and muzzles slick with ruby. “Good boys,” I told them, and they plopped at the base of the rocks, panting.

I remained in the elevated position long enough to watch the Angels disappear over the horizon, then hopped down and found my Parancsok. “Report,” I ordered them, pulling off my helmet. It was too fucking hot under there to keep it on, and with the Angel’s retreat there was no need for it any longer.